Resisting Xavier

2| Prude

Maya groaned at the Mysterious stranger's retreating figure hiding her face with her hand Wondering

what she might have said wrong.

"That ass though," she whispered noticing his firm ass which his jeans perfectly molded.

She sighed wistfully remembering his perfectly sculpted face; a piece of art, sharp jawline, long

lashes, his abs which his white snugly fitted polo outlined, his broad shoulders that was made for sex,

to hold onto as he fucks you hard.

He was overall a sight for sore eyes but that was not the only thing that caught Maya's attention, she

was intrigued by his cold piercing blue eyes with no warmth or feelings, almost like his soul was sucked

away from him, she was also drawn to the intimidating and dangerous edge he possesses.

He was nothing like the perfect pretty boys that were safe in her books to date, he was all man, all

delicious.

There was something dark about him, more like forbidden that should be making her run the other

direction but it just intrigues her and lures her in, her days of being a good girl, a prude she thought

cringing were long over.

She tugged at the short dress she was wearing that she had bought on impulse at the mall just for this

sole purpose and for the first time that night wondered if she wasn't being a bit too dramatic.

This was not her, she knew that she wasn't the type of girl who would want to be intimate with a man

with no emotional attachment whatsoever.

Yes yes, I hear you prude.

She closed her eyes as her subconscious mocked her throwing the word of her ex right back at her, as

the images and memory of what had led her to a club in the first place came rushing back to her.

Maya has been in a relationship with her high school sweetheart Jason Hart. Who was her senior and

had moved to California for his college education and had made there his permanent residence after

getting a job there immediately after college?

The plan was for her to attend the same college as him but she didn't get in instead her best friend

who had also applied with her did.

Jason had assured her that he could do long distances and Lauren had promised to look after Jason,

a promise which she executed perfectly obviously.

When Maya's college roommates announced to her that they had finally found a way to get her a job in

California and wanted her to move in with them as their housemates.

It was like a dream come true, seeing her boyfriend anytime she wanted without having to book a

ticket, and what better way to break the news to Jason than surprising him with a visit and give up the

V card she had to carry for so many years owing to the dilemma of a long-distance relationship.

It was the perfect reunion or so she had thought.

A tear rolled down her cheeks as she could still remember the smug, unremorseful expression on

Lauren's face.

"You always have been so dense Maya, I have always had the hots for Jason but as always you

wanted everything including the man I had my eyes set on. You never cared about my happiness, I was

more like your little maid, like an image in a hoodie no one notices while I had to bear all your smug

remarks on not knowing the guy to choose from because almost everyone wanted you while I was

more like a nobody!" Lauren had shouted with so much vehemence and bitterness shocking Maya.

Maya had thought Lauren was more of a shy type, she had tried setting her up with a few good guys

but Lauren never liked any of them and she had not voiced out her interest in Jason she had been a

fan but now it was more than obvious what she had been a fan of back then or rather to who.

And to add salt to injury, Jason had confessed his undying love to Lauren and had told her to her face

that he was sorry she had to find out like this, that he would have told her sooner but he didn't want to

hurt her feelings stating that he was no longer the boy in high school that just wanted to date the snow

queen.

He was a man now with needs and passion, and Lauren was the woman who ignites the desire In him

while she, Maya was just too prudish and bland.

She had run out of his apartment humiliated, betrayed in every sense possible by two people she

trusted the most but yet determined to prove to herself that she was anything but a prude and what

other way to prove that than this absolute charade, a one night stand with an absolute stranger.

She smiled despite herself and how she felt and instead decided to focus more on her mission as her

eyes searched for her potential one nightstand. His towering height and broad shoulders gave him

away as she was able to find him in a crowd within seconds.

He was talking to a waitress by the look of it since she was wearing the uniform, jeans, and a white top

which was two times smaller than her. She was way too friendly and was flirting with him, touching him

at every opportunity she gets.

Even though Maya couldn't see her very well because of the dimly lit spot they were standing on, she

could make out the outline of her features and could tell she was hot.

Maybe I'm not his type.

Closing her eyes and refusing to let that rejection sting more than it should and in the end make her

chicken out and end up home feeling pathetic and more like a sore loser knowing that she couldn't

score a guy who was remotely interested in having a one night stand with her which was basically what

every guy wants, sex with no strings.

With a determined nod, she gulped the remaining tequila in her glass and then ignored every moral

she had tried instilling in herself ever since she first went to Sunday school she fell amidst the other

dancers swaying her hips provocatively determined to get a man.

The stranger didn't want her and so what? The club was full of another hot male specimen.

Xavier rolled his eyes inwardly groaning as Bianca one of the waitresses sashayed over to him.

Bianca had been openly hitting on him for as long as he could remember and even though he

considered her a good enough lay since he wasn't particularly looking for a particular trait in women he

takes to warm his bed, he didn't appreciate desperation in his women and Bianca was damn

desperate.

A woman like her could easily become too clingy or worst a stalker and that was one complication he

was bent on avoiding at all cost.

Begrudgingly he smiled at her, regretting why he had to be such a gentleman all the time while all he

wanted to do was dismiss her since she was currently blocking his vision from a particular stunning

woman on black.

He gestured for her to move which she obliged but not without turning to see what he was so

interested in.

She frowned noticing that he was taking in every detail of a very prim and proper wannabe who was

still nothing special compared to her.

"She is a newbie nothing special." She started voicing her thoughts.

"And you are?" Xavier replied sharply turning towards her irritated by her depreciating comment.

She gave him what she thought she hoped was a flirtatious smile but did nothing for him so he turned

back to the woman who had managed to be in his head and mind for more than 10 minutes and he

didn't even know her name!

Her eyes were closed as she swayed her hips provocatively to the rhythm of the song.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" Bianca said suggestively trying to get his attention as

she lightly brought her hand down his crotch which was noticeably and painfully hard and it had nothing

to do with the waitress in front of him that had her breast almost spilling out from the little top she was

wearing which was not her size.

He caught her hand and placed it back to her side giving her the mean cold look that immediately

made sure she got the message.

She shivered and scurried away.

He turned towards a particular someone who was currently grinding against another man.

He should be in his early twenties and should not even be considered a threat Xavier thought but the

surge of possessiveness that took over him shocked him, the fact that he felt like staking a claim to a

woman like an adolescent with raging hormones who just had his first girlfriend and all this for a woman

he barely knows terrifies him and the rage that took over him just watching his wandering hands on her

body was unexplainable.

With sure unfaltering steps and anger, he couldn't explain he walked towards the dance floor.

"May I cut in?" He asked tapping the guy's shoulder keeping his voice low hoping that the guy had a

brain in between his ears and could hear the simmering temper underneath his calm and collected

tone.

The guy turned towards him, about saying something really stupid and unwise but recognizing him

almost immediately he raised his hands in surrender.

"I didn't know she was with anybody." He mumbled aware of how heartless and ruthless the media

paints him to be which was well partly true.

Maya pouted realizing the nice tourist guy with the faked accent was gone, she frowned surprised to

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"I thought you left with the waitress." She whispered not able to help herself as he took her in his arms,

wrapping his hands around her and guiding her with his other hand as they fell into rhythm with the

song.

"Why would you think that?" He whispered in her ears, the huskiness in his rich baritone coating her

pants and flooding it with arousal.

"Cause you were playing hard to get not long ago." She whispered.

He grinned, his smile more breathtaking under the dim lights making Maya's heart skip a bit.

"Something is hard but it's not me." He whispered grinding against her so she could feel his bulging

erection.

She gasped inadvertently bumping into him with her almost slurry dance moves brushing her breast

against him making him even harder that he had to discreetly adjust his denim trouser.

"Fuck, did nobody warn you about strangers?" He asked holding her hands trying to keep up with her

ungraceful dance moves.

"Nobody said anything about attractive-looking strangers." She whispered biting her lower lips and

palming his crotch while looking at him innocently like she wasn't aware of what she was doing to him.

"Christ.." he harshly exhaled groaning inwardly as he battled for anything to hold on to, a kind of

reminder why all this was a bad idea.

She was not even aware of who she was even getting involved with, he was anything but a gentleman

in bed and she wasn't aware of the darkness she was inviting into her life.

"You have beautiful eyes." He complimented at the loss of what to say as he tried to disengage himself

from what appeared to be leading to lots of regrets in the morning for her.

She threw her head backward and laughed bitterly.

"All this," she whispered gesticulating to herself and he could see the pain and sorrow in her eyes, the

dried tear, the vulnerability she was trying to conceal.

"And all you noticed were my eyes." She whispered.

His blue eyes turned a shade darker with both rage and untamed desire he couldn't control anymore.

Anger that she had even though she was not enough, anger at whoever had made her look so lost and

insecure.

"I notice everything about you my kitten from your beautiful black long hair I can't help but imagine

wrapped around my hand while you take my cock into your hot little mouth repeatedly to your breasts I

would want to devour, lap on, and lick those sensitive nipples I could tell are already hardened pebbles

underneath your clothes, to your ass I can imagine holding onto while I take you from behind while you

are at all fours. I also notice your long endless legs that have me wondering what it would feel like to

have them wrapped around my hips while I thrust into you, against the wall, in the fucking bathtub, on

the kitchen, in any and every hard surface."

She shivered staring at him her mouth slightly hanging open, surprised that she wasn't running in the

other direction, even more, shocked that his very much detailed explanation of what he wanted to do to

her was causing an aching need in between her legs.

Taking advantage of her gobsmacked expression as she stood on the dancefloor imagining every

scenario he had painted, he took a step towards her, and with every restraint, he could muster he

turned to leave.